Drunkenness is temporary suicide. ~Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness

WALTZING WITH THE ALBATROSS

Some souls have a history of which they are ashamed
Strangled by the albatross, with misery and blame
Some choose to hide their bitterness, behind a laughing face
Contoured to the occasion, habits become a brace

The hand around the bottle, lips upon the glass
Intoxication makes them mellow, problems can't harass
Anything to make the hurts of yesterday passe
Ease their hurts, cause others pain, forget about fairplay

Food, and sex, drugs and games, gamble till your broke
They do it all to excess, yet smile when they choke
It all becomes a habit, a pattern, and a dance
Waltzing with the Albatross, a suicide romance

Anita
June 25,2002

This is.....
Based on years of observation.....
Not a judgement on my part......
We are all our own judges from time to time...

Dear Anita, I sure have missed you friend. I hope everything is well. Great provacative poem. Some people live a lifetime of addiction. They really never judge themselves truthfully.
I wrote The Queen of Laugh for you, if you want check it out.
God Bless You Anita, And Your Family Too.